OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley -on Facebook-thingy:)....Screen play for new movie: "FIVE EASY -PEASY!"

 Our Lad in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Five Easy-Peasy!"

Narrative whilst "K" is sailing into the ZAMBONI estuary.

"WHY I undertook this strange commission, perhaps thru penury & social advantage, yet had I known!?..."

"Herr K, on recommendation from the highest levels I am instructing U to seek out my husband, the Count/Baron Alphonse-George von Hausfonsteine-Kurtz, presently - by latest reports - active in British East Africa, possibly ALSO, so I am told, upriver in the Congo? We R not certain of his SANITY, his responsibilities over our vast industrial holdings and my DIVORCE papers not least require his immediate signature. Therefore I commission U to locate the Count/Baron. I enclose recompense & a reward awaits your successful mission. -Countess/Baroness Antoinette-Maria Von Hausfonsteine."

(K arrives at riverside landing/Bar)

"IS THERE a DOCTOR HUNTER here?"

(Barflies all point:) "HIM!!!"

"Hello Dr."

"U-"K"? ..."I got a wire from the Countess/Baroness by the DRUM TELEGRAPH 2 days ago. Their percussive punctuation is atrocious! Bloody WOGS!.....MAKUMA!" - he holds up machete/ Makumba grabs it. They walk into the jungle.

(Back at the river/canal:)...Dr H: "These boys will paddle U up river. I can go no further. More than ONE white face in these parts & the DRUMS will start to beat!"

(Images/People on the river journey:)

(Photo-guy:) "Well U know - a-la Christopher Walken - KURTZ is a bit Psycho. This Bicycle-thingy, the natives love him but, YA KNOW, he's kind of weird, but he HIS cool, he kind-a exhudes kharma, but I'm kind-a scared of him? He lets me shoot Heads? And at some point I think he'll let me go? It's ALL groovey?"

(Finally meeting KURTZ sacked out in some jungle hell...apparently managing a BICYCLE REPAIR project/He's nuts:)

"The Baron/Count KURTZ I presume?"

"Wass ist lose!?"

"I bring documents..."

"How is Munchen-Gladbach doing?"

"Munchen..."
"Munchen-Gladbach Fussball team!!!"

"...Er...I think they got relegated, 2nd division?"

"THE HORROR! THE HORROR!"

"But the Countess asked me have U sign....."

"THE HORROR! THE HORROR!"

(Kurtz immediately expires.)

(Back in civilization with the Countess:) 

(K:) "Contessa, Mlady, I have to sadly report the Baron "et Morte"

(Contessa:) "Did he have any last words?"

(K:) "Munchen-ah! Only words of undying love for U."

c.2025, Dave Delacroix. EURO-AISIAN friends, feel free to USE THIS for a take on Joseph Conrads novel, HEART of DARKNESS/Apocalypse-Now Movie. WE HERE in Belize going - I hope/cinematically - Gangbusters!!!

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "Mah Big Bambu!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook:) "Mah Big Bambu!"

(Tra-la-la:) OH U! Driving me crazy!

 What should I do, mah Big Bambu? 

U!!! -making me lazy. What should I do, mah Big Bambu! Mah Big Bambu.

The Keystone Cops R after me, I got NO-where to run? I'm knocking on your big Ol' door, would U please let me in?

OH U! Together we're Hazy, WHOTCHAGONNA-DO, gimmie a break, mah Big Bambu?

O LOVE, a curse or a blessing, mah Big Bambu?

(Baritione:) Mah Big Bambu.

(Tenor:) Mah big Bamboooooo!?

c.2025. Dave Delacroix by the river side. Corozal-Belize.

OUR MAN in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "No Chill till Brooklyn."

 

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "No Chill till Brooklyn."

NO CHILL till BROOLYN, late Saturday night? No CHILL, what U got in your Purse, a Credit Card fright? Some Lanvin No.9 lipstick maybe? No Chill till Piccadilly, Trafalgar Square, thar" no cheer" we tragic-HUGS when Love's gone to ground.

NO CHILL till Brooklyn, no Chill to Queen's, and as for Manhattan, no whisky, 5 Beers too late. An ILLIAD, an Odysseus, a journey, a thing UN-seen, UN-perceived, UN-conceived as the GOD'S dreams unfold to confound, we mortal's schemes. A wisp-in-the-willows; Love's BADDABING! A fairy tale?

No CHILL till Brooklyn. I'll drive thru the night!!!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Return of the Native."

 OUR Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Return of the Native."

...WHEN I WAS reasonably INSANE, not a care in the world, I YAKED the YAK I talked-Untamed; when I was the Village Idiot, protected by Community shame then IN I walked in God's golden fields?

When I was a MISFIT, a Tatoo on your arm, when I was a REFUGEE, I sang in the dark, but UN-like U, I got to come Home!

c.2025. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix.David Michael Oxley -on FB: "The Nightlight."

 That NIGHTLIGHT in your Need, the Nightlight, one lone light bulb. The Nightlight on which we feed, that nightlight we all need. That NIGHTLIGHT, that Rock & Roll, the Nightlight upon which we feed.

A Candle isn't worth the handle, lost it SO long ago? We got the Nightlight, a fright night; we got a seed to sow. And a song's a song, a life can be long, a LOVE can belong to U?

That Nightlight, when Love opens her eyes? Yet lost so long ago, I got the Nightlight, WE got the Nightlight, sometimes in our Song.

c.dave.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Canzone!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Canzone!" (Song)

HE WAS a drunken old man, a Man with a song, a catastrophe, a whisky galore. He was a drunken old man who saved your Folklore, a herald of yesterday's past. He was a drunken old bloke, the village-joke, a Gal. HIS Lady-a Witch burnt at the stake. But a drunken old man without any plan, what threat to U? And U stoned him to death, or he died, lonesome in a ditch; strangely, all the young kids, his friends miss his muse. His story gone for evermore. He was a drunken old man, a black & a tan under God's heavens roar.

c.2025. dave delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Meow! -PURR! -cycle,"

 Our BRO in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: "The Meow! -Meow! cycle."

The MEOW! -MEOW! Cycle.

DO NOT PURR GENTLY into this good night, betrayals, assassins, skullduggery, bastards everywhere, I promenade down NYC/5th Avenue, tailored suits on their cellphones/blank stares, your LIFE isn't worth a whoopsie, your Kin (no Green Card) in Jail/Deported. DO NOT U know what? An Alfred Hitchcock HOUR, that wrenches your spine, hour after hour, to twist & turn, civilization's spleen, the NAZIS, Trump's ICE-MEN? For dessert, strawberry Ice-cream? Can they ALSO deport your Mommie? -wait Germany/1933 and see!

c.davedelacroix.2025

Our man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The WHA!!! Far from the madding Crowd."

OUR DAVE in EUROPE/BELIZE, dave Delacroix: "The WHAAA!!! Far from the madding crowd."

(dedicato: I AM DAVID, maybe by my writing I SLAY the GOLIATH of Hate!)

.. Some Cat outta nowhere, he's (Singin:) There's a farmer, a Millar, a Capenter/on some kibbutz on a hill, a bulldozed whootsit, some Arab/Palestine Cats house? The KIDS, them/ours isn't gonna love U? Who makes this Paradise Hell? Some Semantic COUSINS, Jew-Arabic/Hatfields & McCoy's since Biblical times, a FUED they enjoy, cultural SADO-MASOCHISM? Can we ENJOIN thru Music!?

Some Cat out of nowhere, JESUS-apparently; misfit, vegetarian but not proven/ate fish/onion/prone to garlic/we r not sure, was given/confronted   by a  Roman Governor, the "Shill", after some kind of debate (legal?) he put the sucker ON THE CROSS, history translates into Religio Faith, WARS, innocents die; real estate values of course fluctuate.

 Some Cat out of Nazerath. A Diva/superstar, another - Allah, PROPHET with no tits. And the "Hollybush!" , the "WHA!!!" that led to all this!?" Territorial-RAGE!? MAN'S history is a story of GREED; God forbid the Man/Woman whose solution is Peace! The Saints WE need to become. Voices as yet, and wisdom, Rabbi or Iman, far from the madding crowd. That inner Devil. A Saintly tweed?

Some Cat , a farmer, a Miller, a Carpenter, a Lady of consequence, a Soul that's true. As rare on a BBQ. That unconscious whisper? Heed their wisdom. Less a "PIED PIPER" take away your CHILDREN, an EXODUS from your HATE to GIVE PEACE A CHANCE!"....A house with no children, tomorrow is lost.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belixe (2025-still kickin), Dave Delacroix/a.k.a David Michael Oxley: "By dawns early night."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "By dawns early night."

Inspirational, a Poem, a Song-STEALTH! A thief DARK, a vulture -out of Suns glare or a gentle Dove within a full moons shine? A mathematic, an algorithm, a chemistry's spite to spike a conscience or consciousness by dawns early night?

Old Sins cast long shadows, Virtues, cast aside & the "joy de vie"; Sally? Ride-Ride-Ride!? A drunken chorus from some past midnight hour to belly-laugh & Rancour, a song too long which transmutes/ECHOES down thru the years, a remorse, a "CONKER", a chestnut-schoolyard string- game, a pendulum-swinging, a synthesis-tight, a compound, a matrix by dawns early night.

An invitation? ...to a voyage, a rendezvous? Your Death has no schedule but Death schedules U, by dawns early whoosits? Spontaneous yet true! SHAZZ-ZAM to your magic? ABACADABRA to your Logic? By dawns all to frequent night & the story of U.

Oh-boy! My swimming pool is GURGLING! Best I'd better watch out!

c.2025. dave delacroix. Corozal-Belize. 

Our man in Europe/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "Old Love."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "OLD LOVE!"

OLD LOVE, wrinkled, regret-nailed, a plastic old portrait in a Palazzo-forgotten, UN-inhabited -old, deserted wing, forgotten, desirous of viewing, a locket on a Bela-corpse in a crypt where no flowers bloom?

Old Love, DEATH-with a GRIN, a rictus, an out-take, an Age when youth began, a fade of Time, that lost Ducat or Dime, "Yo-Traveller! Who pass on by?" from the earth-discovers Love's truth, a lie?

Old Love still sing in your ears, that RING; "a le recherche du temps perdu", lost in its dream that still reaches out to U? Entangled that Soul, Icarus, with waxwing, falling from the sky!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix. 

Our Man in Urope (place east of New York)/& Belize, Dave Delacroix; "She stoops to Conquer!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "She stoops to conquer."

A delicious rhetoric, a lipstick smile, a Sari, a Kimono, a flower-Africana, a leather-lizard, a Bush-Gal's swish. or a Hawaiian rumba or a Vienna ball-gown swirl, a Demitrius foot (sucker!), that GAL in the aisle, that BELA, a Princess, that LADY in the Sampan, she stoops to conquer, maybe she's coming for (ZEROING-ON) on U?

A perfect excitement, a thrill of the chase, a wonder of Nature, illusions-ablaze, "Wotchagonna-DO!? "-When she stoops to conquer? And her Love IS U?  O-LORDY!!! A rhetoric-delicious? A lipstick smile? Is it any wonder, out here, Western-style, Shot-Gun Annie or Billy-da-Kid found Love to make the World...go round? TITS & TEETH PEOPLE! S'what goes around!

That "laisses-faire" mademoiselle, past sell date, a Cougar (on da prowl?) past 2 Espressos, "MEOW-MEOW!" no worse than the failed Lions she meets in Paris Cafes who live alone & growl & growl with no night & no day. And the urban desolation which WE ALL must embrace in our OWN isolation.

c.2025. dave delacroix.

c.2025. dave delacroix,esq.

Our BOY in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: 8-Miles High! (Apres, le BYRDS chanson)

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "8 Miles High!"

I WAS MILES AWAY when U lost your VIRGINITY. It didn't, I imagine involve a Colt-45? I WAS MLES AWAY When THOSE misfits. YOUR parents, I might-a text drunk, nobody's perfect, but I was outta town, I was far tablooga! I WAS faraway in England, in Hungary, hanging out, dripping from Dracula's fangs. I was a Continent AWAY, UN-likely No-murder Suspect in the drama of your "Film-Noir" Night? Ask my TEXUDO!!!? (I gave it to the U.K. Charity Gig where all the BRITS repeat "Sorry!" every 5 seconds/such have my "fellow-Limeys subservience) so SORRY to BE SORRY perhaps?

Still?  Loser, I needed an ALIBI, as Loser's always do? Better an original recipe "LO-CHOW_MEIN" than the 12 Geishas I once knew? There's a SAN-PAN Sailors song, Mandarin or Cantonese (early Hollywood-take), "The World is Yr Oyster! U R yr Mom/Dad's LUCK?";

 I was miles away and NOW I think ....all my yesterdays, Peking Duck? I was MILES away, in some faraway "Hood", addicted to Inernet=Porn when the old bitch ate the lead? Cops in drizzle raincoats ransacking my Paris hotel room; checking my E-mail on my Laptop/silly phone and/or (usual suspects) Marlene Detrich was an acquaintance? Fritz Lang, mouthing off to the Gendarmes got a night "with MAIGRET" down at the whoosits; Me? Anisette (le Boire?): Gitanne cigarettes & 8...the old days...8 miles high!

c.2025. dave delacroix

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "DO U KNOW the way to KOWLOON?"

 Our Man in  /Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Do U know the way to Kowloon?"

...DID U EVER DIG that "Dig-Dat!", that premature, that FULL MOON-concept-multitude, that "Dig-Dog", that CHILDHOOD indoctrination, that Legacy of Hate ON Hate or Peace-Love? Love thy Neighbor, no-way Jose!?...History repeats!? To drink that "Dig-Dog", that Corax-Maximus, Rome's greatest SEWER conveying detritus/ignorance into which the river Tiber, to the sea, flows?

DO U KNOW THE way to Kowloon or "Raffles" (Bar) in Singapore or the white cliffs of Dover in your tapestry dreams, a travelogue beyond Cultural bonds, UN-chained, free, as for Palestine, the "Hatfields & the McCoy's" (Semantic-Cousins?) taking feudal pot shots? When WILL they ever learn to LET IT BE? Da "DIG-Dat! The ROAD to KOWLOON! -which WE IDIOTS never find too soon. Innocents/Casualties on our Conscience do we care or wish to see?

It's always tough to LEAVE your beginning, memories, first Love's, failed bonds of Friendship, the first ship U sailed-in, your first adventure when U were on a road, maybe to Kowloon. To whatever shore U washed up with Coconuts & maybe a Story to share?...Do U know the way to Kowloon? It might BE U have been there before.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix; "5-%-easy pieces."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix (a.k.a. David Michael Oxley on Facebook?): "5%-Easy Pieces!!"

1)..."The Devil's Dram!"

(dedicato: Kathy @ the Almond Tree Hotel, Corozal-Belize.)

From Tinna Bruich to Aberdeen, from Glen Coe to the Kyle of Lochalsh, the Isle of Aran to the Hebrides, the "Devil's DRAM, the last whisky in the bottle U serve for free.

From hard-scrabble Glasgow to lace-curtain Edinburgh, from Inverness, Dornoch the Pipes all agree and whatever skullduggery in Castle-Sterling, that last whisky U serve for free, the Devil's "Dram" U give for free.

2)... "Row after row."

The walking wounded with a million $-dollar wound... leaving Life's trenches, got-later scars & all to howl at a new moon? As for the DEAD, now fully fed... of Love's story/history, row after row, the poppies grow who SLEEP, hermetic, bitten, killed in Youth, gone, & alone. The walking wounded, that good=old Tin hat thrown into the ring of diversity beyond GOD or despair; a walk in the Sun; ICARUS should be so lucky? Devils fester around Love's fools?  I wish it would rain!? A pinning for the Sun in whatever the country wherever my Life became. Row after row R U in the Q?

3)..."Gone with the Wind."

REGRETS R worthless, best look ahead for the Love to be found, square or round? That Song-Un-sung, dwelling in the under-belly of your heart from an age of Reason to an age of Art? And WHO R your "besties"? -Amigos ONE or 2 that support U in trouble: "We happy Few!"? REGRETS only nail down your Coffin, no Dirge-singing, a Sylvia Plath BELL JAR, church bells boog-a-loo, death & taxes certainty, pesky conscience, like your regrets, and 3 generations - if U R lucky - your Life-remembered... gone with the wind. So, we raise a Jar!!!

4)..."Charlie-Horse!"

Ha-Ha! It's ALL hell, leastways OUR concept, that aftermath of Love's first kiss or that first FIST that attacks your jaw? Don't worry! That first SCREAM (might not be Yours?) U HEAR to tear the fabric of your tranquility as FEAR is meant to do? -A POEM to wrench your sinew/"Charlie-horse" leg cramps/middle of the night when your conscience, butterfly, needs wings-repose? "Ha-ha!" A Court-fools best jest before a King! Do U laugh or cry, universally, or do U transmogrify, become your own Zodiac Star? Afterall, there R worse places to be?

5)..."I got the Mood."

I got the Mood; I got the mood? I got a feelin, U got it too? I got the MOOD, come in with U? I got the mood, I got the mood!

Angels R singing! Ringin mah bell. I Got the mood, a song filled with U? I got the mood. I got the mood. I got the mood, a groove with U.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Whisky Galore!" & "Great Expectations."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Whisky Galore!"

Those overhead fluffy thingies (clouds?) "sans" Cupids, "sans" Les Paul electric Guitars (often seen within temple domes) always, revered a-tremble, makes me reach for that bloody whisky; in whatever country is there NO place to hide from the Sky?

Who do U love, WHO do U love? -A Witch, the Devil, a Saint or a Memory? What CURDLES in your Soul after Life is devoured?

Those horses' manes ripping on the Bayshore, insistent like Whisky Galore to drive U to GOD'S sticking post and the Love U feel no more. Who in the Order of Angels (Rilke) if U cried out will/want to hear a drunk's PLEA, devoid by addiction, no longer worthy of a kiss or caress?

"ANACREON IN HEAVEN" (old Brit Naval song) we raise a glass to thee! But then, when cannons belched and blood spattered, one in three slain, the Admiral Nelson-touch ...I guess whisky galore was our benzine!

"Great Expectations."

We LIVE in a sort-a "gated-community", lotta rich folks -here-by who R probably broke? We count our pennies, get by, tropical sky. We don't much "hob-knob" with the Ex-Pat "Gringos"/elite (?), more rapport with Rocky, Rosa, Lerman, Belize Nationals and Johan, Litzy, Leo, Dr. Marc, Lionel & Lester; folks NOT on your radar like U & Me maybe who have NO great expectations, just happy to BE here in Belize by the sea.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.

OUR MAN IN EUROPE/BELIZE, Dave Delacroix/ on Facebook-David Maechel Oxley: "FOOT DANGLE BLUES!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Foot-dangle Blues!"

(Song:) .... Foot dangle in the morning, foot dangle afternoon, a couple of cocktails

whilst I'm waiting for U? Foot dangling in the evening, not a care in the world.

Foot dangling MY BABEE, foot dangling for Love? Foot dangling when I'm lonely,

a solo tune, but Mystery I'll say U got me wrong?

Foot dangling, foot danglin Blues dalliance, a new morning cannot arrive too soon.

 The foot dangle of Love.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.